The Seacraft's Tunes
By Tatiana Pahlen

Sailing in waters off welcoming Greece
Your soul chokes with joy
And essential bliss.
When the sun pets your face
With velvet breeze
A splash of waves leaves a salty kiss.
There're no clouds on the azure sky
The sol is tender; the air is dry.
Compare to sapphires
The sea could wry
You descry its roughness
Through the seagulls cries.
The captain is calm, steering the wheel,
Oil smells like balm
When the engine reels.
One finds harmony next to the keels,
Hearing the psalms
Once sired in Greece.

June 20, 2000

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